User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-9124274-20150402214737/@comment-2246928-20150405161103

Galdrim yawned, rubbing at his eyes groggily as he slid out of his bed and nearly flopped over onto the floor. The pale light of morning stretched bright claws towards his face, and he grumbled, standing up and buckling on his swordbelt.

It was at that moment that the cry rent through the air. The ferret captain swung open his door with a slam, rushing to the fox's side as he peered over the railing, searching the horizon wildly.

"Ship? Where!?"